Robb has always been a problem solver. He's a lot like the eponymous character in the television series, MacGyver (minus, of course, the dubious mid-80's hairdo). Give Robb a well-stocked junk drawer, and he can solve anything.
Last night, I was leaving the house to go to the photo shoot at the final dress rehearsal of the current show at Berkeley Repertory Theater, when I realized that the beautiful boots Robb bought me for xmas were a tad too long for the new adaptive controls in our car. The toe was getting tangled up in the hardware that connected the foot pedals to the hand controls.
I called upstairs and asked Robb to throw a pair of shoes out the window for me. I figured that he was going to pelt me in the head, as if I were an overly loud cat in a black and white cartoon.
When I arrived under our living room window, Robb was lowering a pair of my clogs out the window, latched to the end of my hundred-foot tape measure.
It is exactly this kind of quick thinking and adaptive creativity that convinces me that wherever Robb's recovery ends up, Robb is going to be all right.